Denied (14 page)

“There had better not be,” she warned. But her throat was parched, her tongue thick and sticking to the roof of her mouth. The ice clinked against the glass, and condensation clouded the outside. Her thirst took over, she brought the water to her lips, desperate to soothe her dry throat and hydrate herself.

Even so, she hesitated. It wasn’t that she really believed he’d added something to the water, but she’d been fooled once and didn’t intend on being so again.

“Swap with me,” she said, nodding to the tall glass he held for himself.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“No, actually. Take a drink of yours first, and
then
swap with me.”

He exhaled a sigh, but did as she asked, taking an exaggerated draw of the water to prove to her there was nothing untoward hidden within it. Satisfied, she handed her drink over and took his instead.

She lifted the glass to her lips and took her first gulp. The water tasted clear and fresh, and no different than any other glass of sparkling water. She drained the glass and then crunched the ice between her teeth.

Looking into her face, Monster took the glass from her. “We should go.”

She stared back. “Yes, we should.”

They hesitated, the air between them growing charged. They’d not had the opportunity to hold each other again, to tear each other’s clothes away, and press together, skin to skin.

A world of danger lay before them, and passing through those doors would mean the start of one thing, and bring to a close their relationship forever. Though unspoken, neither was ready to step into that world just yet.

Though they fought the compulsion, their bodies were drawn together as though magnets were sewn inside their skin. They were pulled by an internal force neither of them quite understood, and were unable to fight.

While the touch of anyone else made her skin crawl and ice particles lodge in her veins, her whole body sang out to touch him and be touched by him. She longed for Monster, craved him like a hunger, as though her body told her what her mind fought so hard against—that he was the only one she would ever want and she needed him as much as she needed food, and water, and sunlight. Yes, Monster was twisted inside, but perhaps so was she. Maybe that was the reason he was the only person she could not only stand to touch her, but actually long for with every single cell in her body.

Eighteen

Monster had sensed
the change in atmosphere between them as well, she could tell by the smoldering look in his eyes. His gaze told her more than his mouth did, the dark stare challenging her, making her insides quiver. She let her tongue flick out over her bottom lip and then bit it gently, her teeth digging into the soft skin.

“You drive me crazy, Flower. You know that, don’t you?” he said, his voice gruff.

Her breath was suddenly shallow, her heart tripping. “I could say the same about you.”

Without further warning, they crashed together in a frenzy of hands and mouths. His lips against hers were so warm and familiar, like coming home, while his tongue pushed into her mouth, demanding attention. Monster’s hands were in her hair, knotting in her tresses, and she reached to lace her fingers into the short, soft hairs at his nape. He pulled her close against him, her soft curves crushing to the hard planes of his body. One of his hands left her hair and slid down her back to clutch one cheek of her bottom, his fingers digging into her jeans and the flesh beneath, forcing her against him. She could feel his erection rigid across her stomach and she stood on tiptoes, wanting to grind herself against the thing she knew would bring her release. She’d been teased mercilessly for the last few hours, licked and fingered, and forced to swallow his cum, but she hadn’t been granted release from the heavy coiling between her thighs and low in her belly which he’d started.

They tore at each other’s clothing, him yanking her top up over her head and then wrenching her bra straps down her shoulders to free her breasts. She went for the buttons of his shirt, fumbling them undone, while never breaking the kiss. Within seconds, she’d toed off her sneakers, and Monster’s hands were at the button of her jeans. In one swift movement, he pulled both her jeans and panties down her thighs, and she stepped out of their pooled circle around her feet.

With her naked, he scooped her up and threw her onto the massive couch. He stood at the other end, shirtless, but with the large line of his erection barely hidden by the material of his suit pants. He looked down at her as though he was thinking about eating her, and she shivered. There was always a part of him which was so unpredictable. She never quite knew if she should be frightened of him, or lusting after him.

Fear and excitement—those were the emotions he conjured within her. Was that what made it so different when she was with him?

“Spread your legs for me, Flower,” he growled.

Without hesitation, she did as he asked and parted her thighs. She felt so wanton, lying back, naked on the couch with her legs apart. Her pussy hummed with anticipation, growing wet before he’d even touched her.

“Touch yourself,” he said. “I want to see you put your fingers inside.”

She’d been desperate for more stimulation for hours now, and despite a flood of self-consciousness which threatened to heat her face, she obeyed. Her hand slipped between her legs, but she kept her gaze locked on the shape outlined on his crotch, imagining what lay beneath. As though he’d read her mind, Monster unzipped his fly and popped the button, allowing his suit pants to fall from his narrow hips. Immediately, the beautiful, curved length of his cock rose out to meet her gaze.

“Touch your pussy, Flower,” he said again.

She’d been distracted by the sight of him, her fingers poised between her thighs. Doing as he wanted, she ran her fingers down over her slit and then back up again, feeling her wetness, the scent of her own musk filling the air. Her clit was so swollen and sensitized it tingled, and the slightest brush of her finger across the engorged bud made her body jerk as though she’d given herself an electric shock.

Lily let out a whimper.

Monster’s hand circled around the base of his cock and dragged upward, over the head, and then back down again. His expression took on the intense look of lust, his eyes locked on her fingers which slipped in and out of her cunt as he masturbated.

Lily’s excitement built, the low pressure between her thighs stoking higher at every touch, but she didn’t want herself. She wanted him.

“Fuck me, Monster,” she said between, gasps. “I need you.”

A smile tweaked the corners of his lips and he rounded the end of the couch to join her. His erection jutted out, the tip dark and smooth and swollen. She remembered the taste of him so well, how hard he felt sliding between her lips, the skin silky soft.

Monster held her thighs apart and climbed between her legs. He gazed down at her, his eyes raking across her body. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

He reached out to cup her breasts, his fingers closing around the buds of her nipples. The areola crinkled hard beneath his caresses, and he pinched and twisted them, sending a flood of arousal to her core. Lily moaned, feeling a pulse of cream slip from her body. She was so wet, her body desperate for him. He leaned over her and surrounded one of her nipples with his mouth, his tongue swirling, his teeth first grating and then gently biting.

Lily removed her hand from between her thighs, and Monster lifted his face from her breast. He caught her wrist in his hand and then brought her fingers to his lips. Locking his eyes on hers, he put her fingers in his mouth and enclosed them in its wet heat and sucked them off, one by one.

Lily thought she might combust with desire.

“Please, Monster. Now!” She wasn’t averse to begging.

“Not yet,” he said. “First I want to taste every inch of you.”

Catching her by surprise, he flipped her over so she lay on her stomach. Her breath caught as she waited for his next caress, every part of her skin sensitized and tingling. He leaned over her again, and she felt his heated breath against her back. His mouth made contact with her skin, his tongue dipping into the hollow at the base of her neck. His tongue traced wet lines over her skin, down her spine, leaving her shivering in anticipation of what he would do next.

He palmed her buttocks and spread them, exposing her to him. Every muscle in her body tightened as his tongue ran down the crease. His saliva left a wet trail to the star of her anus, and he circled the rim, before moving lower to dip into the slickness of her pussy.

She groaned, “Oh, God.”

His tongue pushed inside her, licking her deep, and then withdrawing to drag down the length of her opening. Lily squirmed, her back arching to lift her pussy to his mouth. Her internal muscles clenched and pulsed, and as much as she loved having his tongue on and in her, she wanted something thick and hard to fill her.

Monster must have sensed her need, settling himself between her thighs and positioning his erection at her entrance. He pushed into her from behind, the swell of his cockhead stretching her and slipping past her pussy lips, and then the length of him driving into her. His hand on her lower back held her in position as he thrust deep, filling her completely. Her breasts crushed against the couch cushions as he fucked her hard, and she gave little cries with every time he pulled out of her and thrust back in.

She was so close to her orgasm, but once again, he didn’t let her reach her peak. Instead, he slipped out of her body and flipped her over. He reached down and pulled her up onto his lap, so she straddled him.

“Do you think the men waiting outside of the door are listening to us, Flower?” he said against her ear. “Do you think hearing your moans of pleasure are making them hard? Do you think they’re touching themselves, thinking about what it would feel like to be inside your tight, wet cunt?”

His filthy mouth turned her on even more.

“I don’t know,” she replied, his adoration of her body giving her confidence. “Put your cock back inside me, and see how loud I can scream.”

He gave a salacious grin and lifted her, both hands on her bottom, to position her above his cock, and then sank her down, impaling her upon him. He was so deep, hitting every spot inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his throat as she rocked her hips. Their movements grew more intense and she lifted her head from his neck and leaned back slightly. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and she looked down to take in the sight of him moving in and out of her. The base of his cock jutted out of the thatch of his dark curls, his abs tense, and his biceps hard as he supported her. The position allowed her clit to press against his length with every thrust, building her higher and higher, until she thought she would explode. It was so erotic to watch, but then they kissed again, mouths meshing, and their pace grew more frantic. She clung to his shoulders, as he pivoted his hips, meeting the rocking of her pelvis. She was surrounded in him, in the warmth of his body, his masculine, familiar scent. This was the place she felt most at peace. Being held within his arms, their bodies joined as one.

Would this be the last time they were together like this? Her heart almost broke at the thought and she bit her lower lip, hard, holding back the tears. No, she wouldn’t be one of those women who cried during sex. What he was doing to her was too good for her to cry in anything other than passion. She pressed her nose and mouth against his skin, putting to memory the feel, and taste, and scent of him. Soon, the memory would be all she had left.

“Oh, fuck,” she cried as her orgasm broke over her in a sudden wave. “I love you, I love you.”

He pressed his lips into the hollow of her neck and groaned as his hips bucked. He came inside her with a hard thrust, followed by another and another. They were left panting and clinging to each other as the final pulses of their orgasms shattered through their bodies.

Monster straightened, pushing her hair from her face, and lowered his forehead to hers. “I love you, too, Flower.”

They allowed each other the luxury of holding one another like this for one last time, Monster growing soft inside her, until he slipped from her body. She kissed him again, pressing the memory of his mouth into her head, and then she left the couch to hurry to the bathroom, snatching up her clothes as she went. Already the combination of her cream and his semen was dribbling down the inside of her thighs, and while she didn’t want to wash away any part of him, she knew they had places they needed to be.

In the huge, marble bathroom, Lily washed up and dressed.

When she came back out, Monster was already dressed back in his suit, appearing as calm and unruffled as he always did. Only the secret smile he gave her as she stepped out gave her any clue that he’d just been fucking her only minutes before.

She noticed something in his hand.

Her gun.

Monster held the weapon out to her, gripping the muzzle so he offered her the grip. “I figured you might be needing this.”

Lily reached out and took it. “Yes, thank you.” She slipped the Glock into the waistband of her jeans, and pulled her top down over to hide it.

The fun was over. They had business to attend to.